Page 6 of Ivy’s Poison

I chuckled. “Oh! Look who’s looking for who now. Still want to exchange insurance cards?”

“No. I need something… else from you.”

Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Instantly aroused, I stepped closer to her. “Oh, yeah?”

Her eyes fluttered shut. “God, your deep voice is even better than I remembered.”

I pressed my body to hers. “I’ve got other things that can get deep.”

She inhaled at my chest before groaning. “And that cologne.”

I snarled, “I don’t wear man perfume.”

Her head leaned against the wall. “And that fucking attitude of yours. Damn, you make me wet and distracted.”

I pushed my erection into her belly. “Let me give you something to focus on.”

To my ever-loving surprise, she started nodding as if drugged by the idea of us fucking again. “Yeah, I could use some of your mindless focus.”

That’s the thing with Ivy. She was never shy when it came to diving into the deep end of the ocean of chaos. She almost thrived on it as if it were all she knew, but I couldn’t help but sense she wanted something different. That, one day, a dive would take her to a different place.

“Mindless?”

She ignored me and handed me a condom from her back pocket. “But no fucking around. No time. Don’t try and woo me.”

“Babe, I’m not a ‘wooer’.”

“I know. I want that hotel sex we had.” She pulled my face to hers. “Split me in two.”

Oh, how that crazy bitch unraveled me.

Both our hands trembled as we fumbled to unbuckle pants. After tossing the Trojan to the ground, I told her, “I ain’t wrapping shit. I’m feeling you bare.” Being back inside Ivy was a dream and nightmare come true. Nothing was getting between me and that moment.

“Fine. Then take off your shirt. I want bare, too. Let me watch those muscles as they overpower me.”

Not needing to be asked twice, I ripped off my t-shirt.

She licked my chest. “More tats?” I didn’t even get a chance to reply before she bit down on my nipple.

“Jesus!” Nor did I stop undressing because the sharp pain was only amping me up. I didn’t wait for her to remove her pants completely. As soon as my dick popped free and one leg of hers was out of that leather, I ripped her grinning mouth from my chest, picked her up off the ground, forced her back to the wall, and stepped between her hungry beautiful thighs.

Her calf touched the sheathed knife attached to my belt. She moaned in ecstasy. “And you’re armed?”

I found it so damn hot that she knew knives were considered “arms” of the Second Amendment that I slammed inside. Ivy’s head jerked back so hard it cracked against the wall.

Not asking if she was okay—because I swore I couldn’t care less—I placed my palm on the back of her head so I didn’t hurt her more.

Fuck!

When I realized that action would be seen as caring, I was pissed. I started grudge fucking Ivy to teach her a lesson. One she didn’t even know she needed. But she did. No one was going to mind fuck me like that. Or, at least, not again. Or, at least, not until she wanted to again.

I was so fucked beyond being fucked.

The power she had over me was only going to get worse. That was evident when she lifted her shirt just enough so her naked breasts could rub against my chest. Hard nipples mashed against my skin, spurring me into an uncontrollable fever of hunger. One of my hands gripped an ass cheek so hard I didn’t know how she wasn’t screaming. My middle finger slipped into the crack of her ass as the other fingers found what they were looking for. I wanted every part of her and was so pleased to find her juices flowing. Her core spasmed as she started to come due to my rough treatment.

“Hell no, you’re supposed to wait for me.” I punished her by ramming my hips forward, again and again.

Eyes closed, expression showing immense focus, Ivy started making mewling sounds that lingered.